How comforting.
You're touch.
After the chills running down my spine stopped,
And I was no longer sick to my stomach,
I felt a warm feeling inside.
Moths all around us.
Staring, looking. Lurking,
Waiting. To prey. On all I have to give.
On all I have to receive.
They're coming out.
With every page of the book.
The monsters under my bed.
So warm. And gentle
Your touch.
And as you posses me,
We gain power.
As you caress me,
They recede
Not this time.
Look me in the eye.
You did not hear when I kissed them goodbye
Or maybe you did.
And that explains the warm smile I felt
And I watched,
As they slowly faded away.
Silence.